Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
The memory of the blood spreading over his jacket flashes through my mind, and I jerk in his arms.
The harrowing grief I experienced when I thought he was dead shudders through me, and it makes my anxiety skyrocket.
I strain against his firm hold, causing his features to darken even more.
“Stop!” he snaps angrily.
The harsh order shoots through me like a lightning bolt, and I can’t keep a whimper from escaping my parted lips that are still tingling from the earth-shattering kiss he laid on me.
Instantly, he seems to calm down a little, but it doesn’t ease the suffocating panic gripping my chest.
Christiano’s hand moves from behind my neck, and he cups my cheek tenderly. “Stop, princess. It doesn’t have to be like this.”
It takes a moment too long before I’m able to squeeze the words through my tight throat. “Let go.” When his hold on me doesn’t ease, I give him a pleading look and beg, “Please.”
A heartbreaking expression ripples over his ruggedly handsome face, and as it slashes right through my heart, he finally lowers his arms, and I’m able to step backward.
Lifting my hand to my face, I brush my fingers over my forehead while I suck in desperate breaths.
“Why, Sienna?” My eyes dart to his face. “And don’t give me that bullshit of you not being the right woman for me.”
“It’s…” Placing my hand on my chest, I take another desperate breath. “It’s the truth.”
His eyes narrow, the lethal and dominant expression he’s giving me sending chills racing down my spine. His tone is equally dark as he growls, “Stop lying to me.”
Christiano has grown more and more powerful over the years. It’s been scary to witness, but standing in front of him and having his anger directed at me, I start to feel terrified of him for the first time in my life.
My voice is as weak as I feel as I admit, “You’re scaring me.”
Instead of softening toward me like he’s always done, he remains angry. With a single step, he closes the distance between us, and leaning down, his tone sounds like rumbling thunder. “Good.” His eyes bore deep into mine as he puts the fear of God in me. “Being patient hasn’t gotten me anywhere, so we’re going to do things my way.” Just as I shake my head, he leans closer. His breath ghosts over my ear as he whispers darkly, “I will burn the Cosa Nostra to the ground for you, Sienna, so think twice before you run to your father and brother for help. While I love the family, it is nothing compared to what I feel for you. I will destroy anyone and anything that dares to stand between us, without hesitation and mercy. I refuse to be denied what’s mine.”
Somehow, with my pulse racing and feeling that the room is closing in on me, I still find the strength to argue. As I lift my chin, my voice trembles. “I’m not yours.”
He pulls back just enough for his dark gaze to lock with mine, his voice dropping so low it sounds lethal as he says, “The moment you accepted my proposal, you became mine, Sienna. I don’t give a damn how much time has passed, I will always hold you to your promise, no matter the cost.”
Jesus.
Panic surges through me and grips my heart in a crushing hold.
I’ve been living with a false sense of security, thinking Christiano would eventually back off and find someone else who suits him better.
Desperate, my throat tightens as the lie forms on my tongue. My hands curl into fists in an attempt to hide the trembling, while I whisper, “I don’t love you.”
A low, unsettling chuckle rumbles from his chest, the menace in his expression deepening. “Another lie, Sienna? Really?” He towers over me, and it feels like I’m facing off with God himself. “You should know by now I won’t fall for the bullshit you’re trying to feed me.” His gaze burns over my lips and throat. “When you lie…” Wrapping his hand around the side of my neck, he tilts his head in a predatory way that has my heart racing even faster. “…your breath always catches, and you swallow hard right before you look away.”
I’ve never been in a situation like this and don’t know what to do to de-escalate things. If I call for help, Alfio won’t do a thing to stop Christiano. Every guard and soldier has sworn loyalty to him. And even if Alfio tried, he’s no match for the head of the Cosa Nostra.
The only way Christiano can be stripped of his seat of power is if every man in the other four families votes in unison against him.
That will never happen.
Instead, a war will break out, and life as we know it will change irrevocably. I can’t do that to the people I love.